Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Australia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing cv313 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.